Xin Jiuwei said, "Everyone on the mountain that day knew that he came down the mountain in the same car as me. Although most people wouldn't suspect him, after all, what good would it do him if I disappeared? But for him, that's not enough. He has to be extremely worried about me, so worried that he can't eat or sleep, and he has to worry as if he would follow me if I were gone. Only then will it seem like he is so special to me."

"That way, as long as I come back, everyone will praise him as a loving and good man, and they will tell me about it a few times. Moved by this, wouldn't I be determined to marry him?"

At this point, she looked into her father's eyes and smiled, "Father, a poor boy who wants to marry a lady from a prestigious family is simply hoping for the young lady's affection and his father-in-law's special regard, isn't that right?"

Mr. Xin laughed and asked, "Now that Miss is no longer interested, does that mean only I, her father-in-law, have eyes for her?"

Xin Jiuwei asked nervously, "What does Father think?"

Mr. Xin slowly stopped smiling, as if he was thinking, or as if he wasn't thinking about anything at all.

“You haven’t studied military strategy, but you should know the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy. You can’t rush this matter.” After a long while, he waved his hand. “Go back and rest early. Some things can’t be rushed.”

Xin Jiuwei lowered her head and bowed to her father, saying, "Yes, daughter understands."

Watching her departing figure, Mr. Xin sighed and picked up a booklet beside him.

It was the Buddhist scripture that the young novice monk had just given him, which Xin Jiuwei had been copying over the past few days.

After a long while, he smiled again.

His youngest daughter possessed some of the intelligence that should be openly displayed among the Xin family's children.